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Daddy's Girl Chapter 16
"Goten...!Goten...! Are you all right? Oh my God!" Randy's worried voice brought Goten back from his trance. Blood dripped from his cut finger. It seemed that he had accidentally done it when he was cleaning the fish they were preparing to cook.
"Oh..." He didn't feel painful, but Randy's mother had already been in his side with first aid kit. He looked at his own wound in awe, like if he had no clue what was going on.
"Let me bandage your cut," she said, "Oh, I'm really sorry. I think you must lose your mind because I asked you too much questions."
He let her put some medicine on his cut and bandage it carefully, "Its okay." he said.
"Please just sit here. You don't need to do anything. Randy can do it. The meal is ready soon."
"That's not necessary, really..."
"Oh, no...just sit here...please..."
Goten remained silent on the kitchen table as he watch Randy and his mother finished the cook. The questions those came earlier seemed to bother him to no end. He almost had not touched his food, though he'd said that he was starving. Randy and his mother noticed his lack of appetite and wondered if it caused by her statement about his potential of being a good husband. She felt guilty and soon made a mental note to fix the problem after lunch.
"What do you think about going to town, Goten? Mom and I are going shopping. We'd really love to have your companion." Randy said.
Town? The shine almost made him blind when he watch his surrounding there. What a very long time, they had been so used to the darkness of the forest depth. Even in the daylight, when the city light were still off, the small town they were visiting could look so shiny.
Randy and his mom had nicely let him drive their old convertible and for a moment Goten could forget his aching head. It wasn't the modern capsulizable model, but Goten enjoyed driving it. He used to love driving car, no matter that he could fly. He always thought it could fly almost as fast as kintoun and more than that, girls at high school loved to seat on it's passenger seat with favorite one was aunt Bulma's present for his 17th birthday.
Her own invention, for his birthday! He always thought that it could fly as fast as Kinto'un, even till then, when he could afford his own ones, he still kept that present in its capsul form, somewhere in his house in east City. And then he suddenly felt sad for the older woman. What had he done to her!
They stopped somewhere in a mall, the parking lot was crowded. It was just a small town and not all people owned capsuls. Randy and his mother rushed to the mall after said, "You can wait in that coffee shop if you don't feel like shopping with us. We know how it can be a very bored thing for men."
Goten just offered a muted nod and went straight the coffee shop in the corner of the building. He entered the room while trying to remember how the way he had done it (a lot, of course) in his normal life. Near the door was a stack of magazines and newspapers where he chose randomly and then took a seat near the big glass window. It would enable him to enjoy the scenery outside and alert him when both his companions stopped shopping.
A servant came and he ordered cappuccino, with cream and no sugar. Won't his credit card expire? He thought then. But this time he just wanted to enjoy his time. He had had a gain of control over his emotions and had started to think clearly now. He might even think about getting back his normal life again.
His order came in less than two minutes and it was when he saw a picture in the mag he was holding that made him feel like if the world was stopping before him.
Bulma Briefs frowned at her kitchen table. Her coffee and breakfast remained untouched and had started to be cold. Something had bothered her a lot. Now, watching her husband devoured all what served before him easily made her feel even annoyed.
"Ve...ge...ta..." She called. The prince of all Saiyans raised his eyebrows as a reply, still not stopping chewing his foods.
"How can you be so ignorant about it?" She asked, irritated.
He was a prince and had a perfect manner; never talked with a full mouth. He swallowed his last bite before started talking, "So, what you want me to do about it? You've heard from that blond..."
"Marron-chan," She interrupted, "She's your daughter in law..."
"Whatever...! You've heard from her that Bulla herself had arranged everything. She'd talked to that damned reporter when she still at hospital and she made that photo session on her on will. And if now her picture is on mag-for what reason I don't know-what can I do?"
Bulma sighed, her husband was right. What can they do now? For a reason they still hadn't figured out, Bulla had arranged interview and photo session with Erica Rayes. And her and her baby's picture were gracely laid on the mag page now.
In another circumstance, there was no doubt that Bulma Briefs would take care of the matter easily. She (always) could-with her money, with her power-get rid any news the family disliked to avoid scandals. She had known from experience how bitter it was to be a headline. So, there was no scandal about Briefs' family on any mass media since she lead Capsule Corps' business empire. She had made sure that everything was always under control. But, looking at the picture on the mag she was holding once again, she admitted her daughter's genius. Nobody would think it was a scandal. The frame was perfect, the lens objects were perfect, in their best pose. Both of the baby and the young mother were very cute. The story written beside was a touching romantic story. Bulma was very sure that everyone who saw the picture and read the story would fall in love to them.
"Don't bother it, Bulma," her husband said suddenly, brought her back from her trance,"Our girl knows what she's doing. All we need to do is supporting her. Be carefree, let's just ignore what people will say about it." To her surprise, Vegeta put his hand on hers and held it tightly. Bulma knew that it meant her husband really meant his word and she could only sigh in defeat.
Goten stared at the picture for few seconds before sweats started dripping on his forehead. Why, she was still beautiful, as ever, as how his mind stored the memory about her. Unconsciously, his fingers trailed the flawless face on the mag; two faces, two figures and both were in perfect beauty; Bulla Briefs and her son, his son, their son; there was no doubt about it.
Migraine started to attack his head as a voice inside him started to question his stupidity, judging his mistakes.
"He's your son! Your son! You've known it since the beginning but you abandoned them! And you keep blaming your father for abandoning you! Puuuaaahh! Selfish little prick!"
Goten closed his ears with both hands, as if it would stop him hearing more.
But the voice continued in his mind,"That's a fact Goten! You're much worse than your father! At least, he had a reason when he left you. But you?"
"Shut up!" He started shout. People in that coffee shop started to look at him.
"And what that little girl has done wrong to you? Nothing!", came another voice.
"Shut up!" he shouted even louder. The coffee shop manager looked at him with a wary face and then walked toward him when his shouts seemed uncontrollable.
But Goten had lost control over his composure and felt if he had gone crazy. Suddenly golden aura covered his figured as he jumped from his seat, bumped into the poor coffee shop manager and several other visitors. Chairs and tables were scattered by his uncontrollable energy before he finally burst through the wall, created a large hole on it.
His chest was heavy with guilt burden and it's felt painful, very painful. He flied as fast as possible, didn't know where before he run out his breathe and lay somewhere on the ground. Tears run down his cheeks, painful, so painful, as he cried,"I'm sorry B'chan...I'm sorry...I'm really sorry..."
Marron held her younger daughter, Cameron, who was now one year old, on her lap. They were sitting on Bulla's bed. The other woman was busy with her baby on the rocking chair, trying to rock the baby back and forth to sleep. She had mastered her new role as a mother fast and she still didn't let any nurses or baby sitter help her. She did all with all her heart, Marron thought.
"So...?" The blond started conversation, "You get what you want?"
Bulla threw her gaze to the opened window, to a place far far away up there on the sky, "I don't know, Mar...we still haven't heard anything about him..."
"Aren't you sure he'll call you?"
"I don't know...I can't even guess his reaction if he happens to know. He can be mad or careless. I really can't guess..." She sighed, "How's mom? Is she mad?"
The older woman smiled a little, "I don't think so, she worries of course, about what people will say about you. But I've told her that you wanted this article, with your pictures on it. She didn't say a word..."
"Poor mom, I hope I don't cause too much trouble for her."
"And I pray that Goten will see your picture and then Goten come back to you."
The aquamarine haired girl smiled bitterly, she didn't know why, but she could feel it deep inside her heart that it would not be that easy...
Bulma still didn't turn her eyes from the fashion mag she was holding when the servant boot informed her, "Ms Chichi Son is here ma'am, wishing to meet you."
"What?" She snapped, but she knew a boot didn't lie.
When she opened her door for the guest, she never found a more shameful face than her best friend there; Chichi stood with a hung head, eyes to the tiled floor. She played with her fingertips to ease her nervousness, it was apparent. Bulma needed few seconds to adjust her brain before she found her first word.
"Aww...Chichi...come in please. What can I do for you?"
"I...ah..."
"Oh, forgive me. Please don't say a word before you have a seat and have your tea." Bulma almost literally dragged her best friend to the kitchen table. Chchi sat with her uneasiness, her eyes were still to the floor.
"I'm glad you came. Don't you think it's been a long time we don't see each other, Chi?" Bulma calmly sipped her tea, but Chichi still hadn't touch hers.
"Bulma,..." She managed to say, "I'm really sorry..."
Bulma knew what she meant, even without further explanation. Since the beginning she was the older one, and the mature one thus she could understand her best friend's behavior over their children's problem. Yeah...she could understand how Chichi must be very angry to Vegeta for beating up her son. Chichi adored both her sons. They were the center of her life. Bulma doubted if Goku meant that much to her as them.
"I'm really sorry, Bulma...I know I've been so selfish..."
Bulma smiled wisely, "I can understand, Chi...Let's just forget it, I'm really glad you came...Are you here to see Ben?"
Suddenly, Chichi's gaze was lifted from the tiled floor,"Can I...? Can I see Ben, Bulma?"
"Why not? Let me take you to Bulla's room. She just milked Ben a while ago..."
"Won't she mind?"
"She'll be happy to see you...trust me..."
Bulla and Marron exchanged looks when they saw the figure who walked behind Bulla's mother. Bulma offered them a big beautiful smile as she presented her best friend to them.
"Chichi's coming to see Ben, I think he'll be very happy to meet his grandma..."
The baby was still care freely sucking his mother's breast on her lap on the rocking chair. Chichi looked them in awe. Actually, she had imagined the baby in bottle or in a baby sitter's care, not in her mother's loving arms, sucking her breast. She had misjudged the younger girl, and she felt more ashamed than before.
"Ah, sure..." the younger girl said, she felt unease too but she didn't hold any grudges and she hoped that the older woman's presence would repair the situation between them.
"Marron-chan dear, I think I need your help outside. Would you come with me?" Bulma said and soon Marron took the hint to leave Bulla and Chichi alone in that room.
As soon as Chichi took a closer look to the baby boy, she knew there's no doubt that Ben was her grandson.
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